“How was Thailand?”, Luka asked as soon as he arrived. I was already sitting in one cool cafe in Martićeva Street, drinking freshly squeezed orange juice. “I’m going there in ten days, so I wanted to ask you a little bit about what its worth seeing,” he explained the main reason of our meeting. For
“Why are people so f***ed up?” D. asked me, climbing up on a scooter with a tear in her eye. “I have no idea.” I replied, and headed downhill. We were going back from a short trip to the great monument of Buddha over our little village. Top of the hill, lots of tourists, a
“I don’t feel I like I belong here”, I said while I was leaning on the bar, siping the fourth can of Chang beer. It was Friday night and a party just started on the roof of our hotel. Two weeks of stay at EBS Phuket were behind me. Two weeks of lectures and practical work
“Am I doing the right thing?” was my first thought when I woke up. Above us there was a noise of some balls/bottles/stones dropping to the floor constantly – I had no idea what was going on. The loud music was coming from the roof, and everybody was screaming: EBS! EBS! I check the clock.
“I am an optimist, but I don’t understand what good can come out of this…” – that was my first thought when the doctor said the diagnosis. It was nothing terrible, just a torn front ligament of my left leg. Lack of practicing and not enough warming up before the amateur badminton tournament. Or I’m
– Have you ever thought about giving lectures outside Croatia? – asked Igor shortly after my Croatian tour in late 2015, with lectures about my experience in New Zealand. It turned out that this question as well as everything that happened afterwards determined the course of my life the last year and a half –
A lot of things changed since I published my last blog post. The plan was to fly to Zagreb, visit France, and come back to New Zealand where Maria and I were supposed to stay for another few months, until our working holiday visas expire. But, as usually with our plans, everything changed in just
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We said goodbye to Queenstown where we spent almost three months, sat in the camper we got over that car relocation site, and headed north. Two days of driving were before us, and we had plenty of time to think about all that is behind us, and what is ahead. The plan was to go to
For a long time I avoided to give the answer to the most common questions people asked me: Which place was the best? When someone asks me that, chaos emerges in my head. Since I always answered questions honestly, I tried every time to think of all places I visited last years, and pick one. But
Exactly five years ago I was studying business and economics, and getting ready for my marketing exam. As usually when I needed to study – I thought about everything else. I thought about the fact that I was 25, living with my parents, postponing my graduation for years. I thought about my $35,000 debt from
Writes: Maria Kobic Dinner went better than we expected. And not only because we will take care of villa with a swimming pool – it was one of those dinners that charge you with energy and new ideas. Bunch of laughter, philosophy, and great NZ Pinot Noir. We made new friends. I didn’t matter that
Writes: Maria Kobic – Hi, how a’ ya? – my thoughts were interrupted while we were boarding a ferry that will take us to South Island. South was here a bit colder, but much more deserted than the North. If you know that fact that there are more inhabitants in Auckland than on the entire South
When you are going on the other side of the world in search for a better life, it takes a lot of things, but the one mentioned the most is – money. Especially since we are talking about New Zealand, one of the most expensive countries in the world. In this article you can check
Its beautiful to travel, to meet new people, to grow, to have adventures on a daily basis. But, its also beautiful to share all that with people who are interested how that life on the road actually looks like. People who maybe, like for me back in the days, are missing one small step and
Writes: Maria Kobic Dear Mommy, finally I found some time to sit down and write you a few sentences. Slowly I’m beginning to understand where I am, and how I feel. Remember when I left for South America to be with Tom? Everybody said I was brave. To leave everything behind for someone who I
Pleso, Zagreb airport. Just like a year and a half ago when I flew to South America from the same spot, I’m thinking about the last few months spent in Croatia. Everything was actually evolving around my book. It was amazing, after five years of online scrabbling, to have my own book, and garage filled
After entire six months spent in Croatia, I have reached the verdict – I’m going to New Zealand! Technical formalities were done, Working Holiday visa was in our pockets, plane tickets bought, we only had to plan rest of the details of our one-year-stay on the other side of the world. Since we are going
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In couple of weeks I will be flying to New Zealand. To the other side of the world. Literally. Everything happened pretty fast – few months ago I was talking with my ex roommate about working abroad, and he mentioned something about deal between Croatia and New Zealand, and how soon we will be able
After a pre-summer tour when I went to 30+ cities around Croatia and neighbouring countries, its time for another one, before I fly to my new adventure – One year in New Zealand. 4.10. MAKARSKA, MA Travel Fest, 20 h 6.10. SPLIT, Restoran Bokeria, 20.30 h 7.10. VELIKA GORICA,
After almost five years of traveling on five different continents, I wrote a book. If you wish to buy the book, you can do it here: BUY THE BOOK. I was determined to put down everything I know about traveling, and with that, answer the questions that many people ask me for years: How is it
Maria, I don’t feel like travelling anymore – I informed my fellow companion as we were standing above the sandy dunes of Huacachina admiring the sunset and the rise of the full moon. I know – she replied with nonchalance – I’ve been having the same feeling lately. Really? – I would’ve sworn that she
Feeling dead tired, but proud to have reached our goal alive after having walked for the whole night next to the railroad, accompanied by the angry dogs, we were taking a walk around Aguas Caliente looking for a place to stay. We knew we were probably in the most expensive town in Peru which you
Early in the morning, convinced that we’d found the cheapest way to get to Machu Picchu, we sat in a local van in Cusco and got to Ollantaytambo. Just like always when it comes to local (cheap) transportation in Peru, we had to squeeze in with a huge bunch of people, make a stop in
It took us an hour to get to Pucallpa from Iquitos in a plane. The other option was taking a five-day journey in a boat and the price was almost the same. And we didn’t feel like travelling in a boat, no matter how alternative we were. I realized that, every now and then, I
Amazon, Peru. A two-day trip on a ship from dusty and hot Yurimaguas to Iquitos. We are going to the city in the middle of the jungle and there was not a single road that could take us there. There were two possible ways to get there: the cheaper, slower but also more lively one,
Balsas is an interesting little place – it has less than one thousand inhabitants and the people’s main occupation is trade, just like in most of Peruvian little towns. In front of each house something is being sold: bananas, peanuts, beer or just-made lunch. They all know each other, of course, and the interesting part
After three weeks of volunteering in Mancora we were back on the road. We were back in action, happy, without any plans, with no idea where the road would take us. We had some idea of our route: we were planning to go eastwards, towards the jungle, but the rest – whatever comes along. Soon
While travelling you very often find yourself in a new place in the middle of the night and it’s difficult to tell what the city looks like, at least until you wake up the following morning and take a look out of the window. Sometimes, but only sometimes, the sight you see leaves you speechless.
After the whole misfortune with having our backpacks stolen in Lima we didn’t think twice – the very same morning when we got up we took the local bus to the suburbs of the capital of Lima looking for a good place to hitchhike towards north. Our first try of hitchhiking in South America! On
Airport in Lima, the arrival terminal. I’d been in the capital of Peru for a week now, but I didn’t like it very much. It was cold, foggy and gloomy. The city is big, overcrowded and noisy. There was no doubt that I would’ve been gone long ago if Marija weren’t supposed to land every
Zagreb airport. I am standing in the same place where I had stood a few months ago when I came home with my father after some 540 days of wandering around the world. I was going away once again. I saw my parents waving at me while the airport security was checking my hand luggage.
Hi, Dad! Nearly a year and a half. That is the time that has passed since I’d seen him last. The day he had started his 1000-day journey. By hitchhiking. You are raising your kid for twenty-something years and, like it is supposed to be, you give him everything he wants, try to make him
I managed to get from Arusha to Nairobi in a single ride. I paid 50$ for a visa when I got to the border and entered the nineteenth country in the last seventeen months. I made a stop at a restaurant with the driver and co-driver and in that way I got my first Kenyan
Mbamba Bay, the shore of Lake Nyasa (that was its name in Tanzania, although its name in Malawi was – Lake Malawi), 9 p.m., pitch dark. All the smugglers were hastily putting the bags of sugar in the truck. In the meantime, I was patiently waiting for someone to inform me if there was a